Monthly Archives: June 2011

Playing the Waiting Game

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In life, it seems, we are always waiting for something. Waiting in line, waiting for a call, waiting for a grade, waiting for an email about a job…always waiting. We spend 1/4 of our life just waiting.

It doesn’t always have to be waiting for something physical, something like waiting for something better to come along, waiting to realize that you need to change careers…so much waiting, and it would seem so little doing.

And you know what, waiting absolutely sucks. It’s stressful and boring and I’m pretty sure it causes weird rashes.

Why should we spend so much of our time just waiting

on things to happen? Shouldn’t we just tell ourselves to do it already and stop expecting something else to happen to us?

Since graduating I’ve spent every single day continually checking my email, waiting, wishing, hoping that there is an email asking me if I would like an interview.

Still nothing but more waiting.

With dating, waiting is a game that everyone involved likes to play. Well everyone involved except me. I hate all of the rules “Wait 3 days to call him or you’ll seem needy!” Um why can’t I just call him a day later to talk? It’s not like I”m going to be up in his ish…I just don’t want to wait around eating bon bons for my maybe prince charming to call.

Yes, I do usually ask the guy out, as you can guess I’m not the type to wait until he gets the courage to ask me out.  And yes it usually ends badly…like the time I demanded the guy take me on a date if he wanted to get any. What can I say, I’m just classy like that.

So what do you say? Let’s stop waiting and more doing, well at least for the things we can change. There will always be the phone call you’re waiting on, but why not call them? Why not at least do something productive while waiting in line, take the time you would be spending doing nothing…and just do something! Even if it is taking time to call your grandma, or picking off the nail polish you hate (okay, bad example I know). Let’s make a pledge to stop wasting time with just waiting, or at least try to.

Because, believe it or not..your time IS valuable.

Julie and Julia and Me

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It seems like everyday I discover a new career I want to pursue, today’s career: Cooking.

It was only a couple of years, well lets be real, days ago that I still hated cooking. I felt that if I learned I would be subject to cooking all the time, and end up being one of the housewives that I detest. But apparently, just because you learn to cook does not mean that you will immediately get married and pop our 3 kids. Who knew?

And so began my journey into cooking. Like most things, cooking didn’t come naturally to me (still hasn’t). It’s one of those things I just don’t seem to have the patience for. Don’t get me wrong, I’m great at taking direction…but for some reason I am horrible at reading directions.

Maybe my hatred for math is the reason my eye glaze over while reading the recipe, or maybe it’s the amount of small type they manage to fit on one white page. Regardless, me and cooking books just do not seem to be friends. So I’ve resorted to googling ingredients and finding out what I can make. (Whoever invented google deserves a high-five every 10 minutes of the day)

I’ve discovered cooking is a lot like dating. There are a lot of things I hate about it, but the end product usually pays off. And if it ends up being a disaster, it’s just another funny story to tell.

And like dating, cooking can bring up some painful memories.  One of the reasons I refused to cook for a while was due to my mom’s love for cooking. Anytime I would get in the kitchen and attempt a meal I could picture her standing in our kitchen while I would sit and play on the floor. It was too painful to think about, I was learning to cook, not from my mom, but from the internet.

Granted most of the things I’ve learned in my life have been from the internet.

But back to cooking and dating. In the end, once you get the right spice combination and add the heat it ends up being a beautiful (and tasty) dish.  Although sometimes it flops and you are left irritated and still hungry…but I mean, that’s what dating websites are for.

The underdog always gets the bone

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I sat watching my little sisters recital today…for 4 freakin’ hours. She was great, surprisingly good at hip hop girl can bust a move) and obviously when she took the stage my attention was on her.

However, when she wasn’t on stage I focused on the best dancer or just the one who seemed to be having fun. Until I started noticing something, any dance with 1 or 2 boys had certain dancers at the center of attention. Those certain dancers were the boys, whether they were good or not.

I leaned over to my mom at one point to see if she had noticed the same trend, and she did.

It seemed that in the dance world, or at this particular studio, if you were different then you automatically became the star. In dance it is all about the aesthetics, so when you are the odd man out you end up the star. Pretty sweet deal, right?

In this case, for once, the boys happened to be the underdogs so they got to shine…whether they wanted to or not.

In the work force it works the same way. The less there are of you, the more people want you. Look at college acceptances for once, if you are a middle class caucasian female chances are getting into the best college is going to suck unless there is a huge stand out quality (like you have a 5.2). But if you are a native american male or females chances are you will have a much easier time getting in. Why? aesthetics. Most schools or work places are all about equal opportunity, so whether or not you are better than another candidate might not matter.

As a caucasian middle class female (with 1/12th native american..not enough to actually count) I find this completely frustrating. Not only am I competing against the millions of women just like me, but I’m also competing against men (who will get a higher starting pay) and any minority that may apply.

So, just like my little sister I have to go above and beyond to prove to my boss that I am amazing (and different and talented and deserving of a raise). But while we wait for our moment to shine we might as well pick up an over grown rose and continue swaying it perfectly in tune with the music all the way in the back.